The other day --
Don't ask when, it was a while back --
I saw this girl, the cutest,
With that guy, some guy,
Rough on the eye
And I thought -- for real,
To go down -- we were at a beer balcony --
And ask,
Hey man,
I'm a fan,
Can you tell
Where you pickup the angels
That fell?
I almost did too,
Good senses got better of me
Then there was a drunken stranger
Trying to get a bit handsy
In her mind she was tryina woo,
I had to make a run
But I did wonder
For a moment or two
For real,
Of asking him.
What was that all about?
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